Post-Birthday Syndrome
As Ted in HIMYM so aptly puts it in the episode “The Pineapple Incident”:
“I’m back, babydol!!“
The two-week absence is not what I had in mind. There was this entire plan I had laid out in front of me after my birthday, and it just seemed to have, well, disintegrated. Not to worry, however, because I am back, if only for tonight anyhow.
Post-birthday (or PBS, as I’d like to coin it) is not a good time in anyone’s life it would seem. From the bombarding text messages, emails and Facebook wall posts birthday morning, to the dissimilar scarcity of them all a few hours late – the birthday is, and will be annually for the rest of one’s life, the most superficial 24 hours of the year. So yeah, if you must know, I have counted up the number of people who actually love me. I came out with a grand total of… just kidding. Everybody loves me.
With that said, I’m glad to still be alive. Since the 5th, I haven’t really had anything newsworthy occurring in my life, although, St. Paddy’s Day was and is still worth an entire post on its own. My friends and I painted each other green, drank green alcohol and Guinness, of course, and make one hell of a mess of Grahamstown… so much so that it rained the entire following day. It was great fun, really.
I’m actually out of practice in respect to this blogging thing. My mind has just wandered off somewhere for a brief moment. It’s back now, but unfortunately it couldn’t find anything to say. Nor could my fingers find the perfect, poetic combination of keys to press to make this post the slightest bit interesting. Oh well, I need sleep anyway. I’ve drowsed at 4am every night since St. Paddy’s, and even the night before that when we had a fire drill, and me, a 1500-word essay due for Friday. I had to finish it before Thursday though – you’re truly retarded if you think you can do an entire essay inebriated. I barely had the courage to get out of bed and hand it in the following St. Paddy’s morning. I was so, so hungover.
But, all’s well that ends well, hey? True story. Until next time, hopefully sooner than two weeks…
- reddevilandy10
Rainy Days and Mondays
Credit goes to The Carpenters for the title of this post.
I’ve had what could be considered and indifferent day today. Not only did I plan to wake up at four in the morning (which I did do) and work tirelessly (which I did not do), I went back to sleep and subsequently missed all my lectures. I managed to make my mandatory Psychology practical, but otherwise, not a bead of sweat had been spilt for my studies this Monday.
I have an excuse, mind you, a pretty good excuse. I felt like shit all day. I still do. I’m seriously considering going to bed now to wake up and work later (but we all know how that turned out last time!). I’ve been in a rotten mood too since the Liverpool mauling of Man United over the weekend, not to mention waking up yesterday to find that my laptop would not boot. Yeah, fabulous day it was yesterday. I had to reinstall Windows, which in turn, vapourised of all my family photos, videos, my music… shit, everything. I was so pissed. I probably should have backed up, but seriously, Windows is supposed to ask you what partition you want to install it on, not just kill the entire drive. Sigh. Thanks Microsoft.
So you can imagine how difficult it was for me to smile earlier..
Oh well, the good story of this week though is that I finally found my student card. Or, well, someone else did. She said she picked it up in Friar’s as she was leaving. At least there are still a few genuinely good people left on the planet. Anyhow, I need to pick that up soon as well. I’ll probably catch her at her residence; hopefully she’ll be home when I do decide to potter that side of campus.
Umm… as for everything else in my life – I’ve had little to no contact with my friends since my birthday. This is why I’m not really a fan of birthdays – they seem way too superficial for the people who aren’t directly affected. I’m sure they’re [just as] busy [as I am] but I try to make time for them, especially those who I think need it most. I’ll always just leave a message on her wall or something, just so that she knows I’m still there. Lately though, I feel like I’ve encroached on the friendship boundary set around our relationship like a ten-foot wall. Seriously feel like knocking it down… but that in itself would not be a wise decision.
I still miss home, but there’s four weeks until vacation begins. It’ll be soon before long, and one soon comes, it’s only a week-long vacation until I’m back, here, again. Sigh.
Anyway, my bed is looking evermore comfortable to me from here so I’m off to lie in it.
- reddevilandy10
The Unsuspecting Half-Nighter
Time never ceases to slap you in the face over weekends. It scurries on by on Friday, Saturday, Sunday and then happily sits on your face and feed on your fluids for the rest of the week. Sick bastard. My plain state of insomnolence is my bad though. I had three important tutorial write ups due for, well, in few hours time, which I continuously decided to ignore all weekend. Karma hey. Wow. Oh well, I still need to do two. The one SOB is dead and buried.
Anyhow, my friends and I had a braai earlier, to celebrate the collective unbooking of the “braised-club steak” in the dining hall, by far the worst cooked piece of meat anyone can imagine. They must cook the meat for a full day or something I swear – it’s as tough as the plate beneath it. We said screw that, and just like that started our new bi-weekly tradition. It was really great, but I’ve shirked this work all week and it didn’t help. Saturday I even went to the pool to have a little browning session. I’m such a bad student.
Just because I have an assload of work does not mean my blog gets no attention. Screw that. I’m looking forward to my favourite blogs and websites post featuring all the places I like to visit on the Internet that helps me procrastinate to the best of my abilities. It’s a must read. Oh, and I know I’ve promised this for a while – even though Craig and Carter are really killing me now – my favourite episodes review of HIMYM before I forget everything I meant to write in it.
But before I forget or worse, fall asleep and dribble all over my laptop, I need to kill the last two assignments for the evening. Until next time!
- reddevilandy10
Untitled: Post #170
Wow, my first post in freaking ages it would seem. To be completely honest, I wanted to stay away from this place for a few days. Blogging is just, well, if you have nothing to say, it’s pretty pointless. It’s kinda like having an online shopping account and then never buying anything, on it, ever. I’ve been broke, I guess you could say.
Anyhow, it’s an absolutely gorgeous day in Grahamstown. It’s around four in the afternoon, the sun is pleasantly comforting, the breeze keeping things fresh – it’s much like a nice day at home. The clouds are starting to roll in too a bit. Sigh. I miss home.
There’s not one damn paragraph I read or write when I don’t think of Cape Town. I look through my wallpapers, or my poster, or even my freaking music reminds me of the place. But I’m dealing with it, I really really am.
To avoid that topic, let me tell you a bit about the week I’ve had. Monday was insane; two free periods in a sea of tutorials and lectures. I, unfortunately (or fortunately, depending) didn’t go to a single lecture on Monday. I couldn’t help it okay. Don’t judge. I was sick; and no, not the puerile coughing and sneezing green alien goo sickness, proper sick. Hurling was becoming something of a hobby, to put it into perspective… Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday… all a waste of time. Was sick for most of it, only recovered last night it would seem. I’m hundreds now of course, that’s just how these things work I guess. But karma has thoughtfully left a big fat pile of homework on my desk for me to complete before, you guessed it! Monday. Oh well.
Boxes In My Mind
So… where was I? Oh yes. Last time I posted, I was administering some melancholy and self-loathing through my keyboard. It’s fair to say that the little hypochondriacal “fit” is over with, I hope. I’ve had a good past two days, fully laden with the news of a new job – yes, I am finally unemployed – plenty of time spent with friends and my football, as well as seeing the new Harry Potter film, which by all means was probably the lowlight of my week. Besides all that, I’ve come to terms with a space in my mind I like to call the-things-that-will-never-happen-in-my-life box. You see, it all came about when I was in high school, that some things will just not be realised regardless of how much aspiring or dreaming or grafting you do. Namely, this box consists of people I like who would not get with me even if I paid them, as well as currently unattainable material things; like getting a car next year, for example.
This box no longer applies to my conscious mind. I try not to think of it anymore. In all honesty, I’ve changed the name to the-things-that-may-happen-if-I-want-them-badly-enough box. Yeah, I realise that is a total contradiction, but, I’m definitely not ruling out anything anymore. What’s the point of living if every task you fail at or every girl you meet and don’t impress ends up in the tttwnhiml box? There won’t be anything left to live for.
Oh well, as far as work is concerned though, hopefully I’ll be sorted when I go back up to Grahamstown again too. That’ll be awesome. I really need the money.
Anyway, I ran out of things to say tonight. Maybe I’ll post again later… possibly… maybe. I’ll see. If not, have a good one all.
- reddevilandy10
The Puppy’s Furrow
Somehow I knew this would happen. I was so keen to go home, to finally be with all my loved ones. To see my friends. My family. To see Table Mountain and feel the sea breeze. But, right now, this moment, I miss Grahamstown. I miss all my new friends. I miss being able to walk everywhere. I miss the fact that your friends are right next door to you, literally, if you should need them. I miss it!
I don’t know why. I’m really happy to be home, but still, I have this horrible empty feeling here, almost as if I left the rest of myself there. These holidays to me, are starting to feel like one big waste of time. I’m not working. I’m not doing anything constructive, per se, although I am actually posting the first blog post in a while. Progress? I think not.
I have my Grahamstown 2010 playlist on repeat. It isn’t helping one bit. It’s just making me think of the insane year that I’ve had. From hitting rock bottom, and then having the most incredible second semester, to being melancholy and depressed now… I just can’t take this shit anymore.
I understand that my friends here do actually work, and yes, they cannot do things all the time. I can’t even do things all the time… I’m so close to being under the poverty line it’s not even funny… so it’s understood. But even then, Cape Town is just such an expensive place to live. I feel like I’m part of the problem. Sending me to Grahamstown is not cheap. My parents are probably in way over their heads, and being home just makes me feel as though I’m getting in the way.
I’m pretty much in the middle of yet another rut in my life. Yes, another one. I feel seriously unhappy. Screw life. I hate it.
Issues Issues
Well, my first full day back in Cape Town was, pretty great. I spent most of it with the family and friends. Ironically, I actually went to church… and needed my assistance and technological prowess to sort out a bit of a computer issue.
The real interest of today was all the stories that came out, of both friends and family, but more friends. I’m amazed at how things can just change in three months. I wasn’t gone for that long, and here I feel as if I have missed out on a great deal of happenings. I guess that that’s one of the sacrifices that not only I am making by being in Grahamstown. Sigh… I have a lot of work to do in the following few years of my life.
Anyhow, the real reason for this post is to notify you that from this point on, I will be letting friends and acquaintances guest post on my blog, just as a little social experiment. I will be posting the “Fails of 2010″ post very, very soon (yes Luke, I didn’t forget), and I also want to post at least one post a day for the next three months, just as a record of my Summer 2010 vacation!
Until next time, later, I’m off to bed! Still so drained from that drive home.
- reddevilandy10
B-52: The Bully Being Bullied
This past week has not been one I want to remember ever again. Namely due to the massive amounts of work I have handed in on the Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday and Friday, but also because I got sick with not only a cold, but what I’m sure is some kind of eye irritation. Lovely. I’ve had the vision of a bat for most of the week.
Wednesday was something other than my complaints to talk about though. The infamous Warren was at it again. Having predrinks in his room is turning out to be a bad idea, especially when we’re with tequila and Cape Velvet… the silent killers. You do, however, need to let them into your house before they slice your heads off but this is where Warren’s hospitality lets him down. I counted no less than 16 shooters (Cape Velvet and tequila mixed) downed by that boy in the space of about an hour and a half… needless to say, it did not end well, nor did it end well for me though. I had one of his experiments and nearly died on the spot. I have a long standing problem and hatred towards the agave’s diabolical destruction of hopes, dreams and sobriety so yeah, I was waddling.
Anyhow, we get to Friar’s and about ten minutes later, Warren gets himself kicked out; albeit, he wasn’t really himself or any type of thinking person at that moment in time. It was a very, very big fail. But God, massive respect to him though. I have never seen someone put alcohol down like he does. Kudos bru.
The rest of my week revolved around work, reading and sleeping… with the occasional meal and game of pool, I had to juggle being severely unhappy and motivated at the same time. It is not an easy thing to do. Somehow, I managed to not miss a deadline, and I even learnt some Japanese too.
Yesterday, I went to my psychology tutorial to find out that I had a test. A test at seven. The tut was at five. I hadn’t studied. I’m going to fail that test miserably. But, saving grace – I hope, I did manage to suss out certain answers, based on the actual wording of a question. Even then, I’m sure I screwed that up. If I get anything above 50 for that test, I am Legend.
Today is really not even worth a paragraph. Did absolutely nothing. I look one half Satan too due to my red eye and yeah, the unwashed hair with crowns standing up like horns do not help either. I guess I’ll have a snooze now. It’s been a long, long week, and I’m really just glad it’s all over.
22nd October – it’s gonna get messy. For the last time.
- reddevilandy10
Home-Sick
I’m really homesick today, not to mention physically sick too.
I woke up at 5am this morning, for no substantial meaning… I got to see what there was of the sunrise… and I’ve been awake ever since. I haven’t stopped sneezing since I woke, I look like Rudolph with a beard and mustache. Dirty.
Not sure why I’m missing Cape Town today of all days, but it’s all I can think of now… okay, bar my Table Mountain of work piled on my desk looking at me as if I owe it something. Oh, and our psych lecturer thought he’d be really generous before Christmas and give us a six page essay due in nine days time. What an asshole.
Forgive me, I feel like utter shit today. I can’t even fall back to sleep. I’m just sitting here… watching my Twitter feed update like it’s a slot machine. Actually, God, this is reminding me of journ… Shit.
Before I really bring out the vile, crude, volatile version of English that I enjoy using so much on this blog… best I leave. Swiftly. Maybe throw my bed out my window just for fun. That would really make my day. Ha. Ha. Haaaa.
Graft. Sleep. Mare. Repeat.
It has just gone five in the morning. The birds are chirping outside… probably wondering why the hell I am still awake, and the sky has gone that dirty blue colour which must mean that it’s about to welcome the sun pretty soon. God, isn’t that the story of my life here. Either I’m awake getting totally mindless or I’m mindless trying to stay awake.
Speaking of minds, mine has been molestered by journalism tonight.
I have just finished what I deem to be the worst piece of writing I have ever written, on a subject I am really quite passionate about, Bafana Bafana, but I just didn’t feel it. I could not make it good. I just couldn’t. I feel like such a fail.
I’ve gotten to the point in my life where handing things in is just the bare essentials I need to keep alive. So that’s what I do. I graft. I hand in. I go sleep.
I can’t believe it’s a 9am hand in though. How shitty is that? That means I can’t even have a proper sleep now. I may as well have a damn movie marathon until the sun really does decide to rise.
Sigh. Life sucks so much right now.
I hope tomorrow will be better. If I have a shitty afternoon, I’m definitely maring in the evening! It’s going to be insane. I promise you that.
- reddevilandy10
Turnitin: Screwing Students Over Since 1996
Seems as though the proposed FFS Week post I’ve hinted about on my Facebook page has come to fruition a bit earlier than anticipated. I’ve just murdered a 2,500 word psychology essay in two days, whilst having one unforgettable (or unrememberable) mare Saturday evening… but that perhaps, in itself, deserves a totally separate blog entry.
As for now, I’m waiting on the students’ worst enemy, Turnitin.com, to give me a plagiarism report for this alleged academic essay. It doesn’t sound too academic to be honest – I’m pretty sure my twelve-year-old cousin could write a better one than me. I just wasn’t in the mood.
To make my life even worse (it always seems so dull after a night out here) I have a 600 word English hand in, and a 600 word feature article for Journalism, both not started, both due early Friday morning. In essence, I’m screwed. As well as that, I have a Journalism portfolio hand in for the 12th and that includes a 1,000 word write-up about the shadow week – even though I can’t remember a freaking thing about it. So much for “Yeah, it’ll be easy.”
I really can’t afford to hand in this essay late either, I can see Turnitin taking its own sweet time with this. God, please spit out a report for me!!
Anyway, seeing that I have nothing left to say, and my hands are literally about to fall off, I’ll say goodnight! Until 5am, to print the report. Yes, I am being a glass-half-full man today. After the hand in… I am sleeping. So stoked!
Anyhow, goodnight readers!
- reddevilandy10
Coldplay Tracks and Rabbit Traps
Post Location: In bed.
Weather: Chilly and overcast.
Mood: I could be better; content.
I Feel Like…: Bunking my English tut and staying in bed.
Song of the Day: “Amsterdam” by Coldplay. (See below)
I’ve only had about five hours sleep today. It’s 8.12 in the morning and my eyes feel as if they’ve been surgically attached to my face. I had to wake up to finish an English tutorial, and should actually be doing my psych essay, but naa that’s for later’s entertainment.
The tut was really interesting… we’re doing modernist poetry so the works under the microscope today was Plath and Hughes “The Rabbit Catcher.” What a turbulent relationship it was in those poems aren’t emotionally biased. Hughes one I especially enjoyed.
Comparing a rabbit snare to a relationship? Yeah. You get the idea. Anyway, I’ll post both of the poems up on My Poetry page so you can have a read, because it’s well worth it.
On a much happier note, this Saturday, as I had said in last night’s post, will be one to remember. Really looking forward to it. It will probably be the last mare in Grahamstown for a while. After all, exams begin in less than a month’s time, and I have so many things due even my calendar is getting confused. I’m handling it though. Readers, you will be the first to know if your author has a mental or emotional breakdown!
I’m gonna try to get some rest now, even if it’s just for an hour, every second counts in this place.
PS:
Courtesy of user Bigjokk, here’s a YouTube video of Coldplay performing Amsterdam live from the V Festival in England in 2003. Enjoy.
- reddevilandy10
Tutorials Are Stupid
I always manage to find the most awkward moments to post. Like now, 1 am, I should either be sleeping or working, but instead I’m here.
Oh well, I guess I can work after this (fat chance). Besides, I’m bored out of my mind with all this crap. I’m sick of university. I just feel like going out, eating fast food, doing anything but sit in front of my laptop researching for things I really do not care about. Or reading some random poem with some random connotations or innuendos that I just can’t understand, not even a word of it. I really hate this.
I actually feel like not getting up for my English tut tomorrow. I really don’t feel like it. Our temporary tutor is a royal asshole too. I mean, yeah, he’s okay but a few weeks ago I failed to read a short story and he’s all like: “Well, if you don’t so you work you might as well not come to class. Next time you don’t do your work, just don’t come to this tutorial.” And I was like “WTF?” He’s a student acting like he’s the Dean. Asshole, I’m coming to tutorials because I’m forced to, not because I want to. Believe me, if I had a choice I would miss all of them intentionally. That way, maybe you “work” would be easier too. God, I can’t stand students who think that they’re the shit.
Readers, I apologize for the lack of substantial blogging material that is both informative and interesting to read but recently, I really haven’t given much of a crap about anything in life. All those happy posts – they were written by drunk reddevilandy10, who is a hundred times more optimistic than sober reddevilandy10.
But yeah, screw this work until tomorrow morning. My friend wanted to make a BP run now, but really I am way to tired and uninspired to get up and walk to get food right this moment. So I’m off to bed. My sanctuary. My peaceful chamber of calmness and messed up dreams. Actually, wait, no I dreampt last night that I was a mafia boss’s sacrifice last night. So no, it is not peaceful.
I’m just gonna go sleep. Night people!
- reddevilandy10
Term Four: The Final Stretch
Post Location: From my laptop. on my desk in my Smuts room, Grahamstown.
Weather: Extremely cold; clear; just above 10 degrees Celsius.
Mood: Tired but in a good frame of mind; determined.
I Feel Like…: Sitting at La Med with my friends, watching the sun set behind the ocean with a pina coloda in my hand.
Song of the Day: See below.
Having been at home this past week, it gave me a chance to catch up with the people who colour my life so vibrantly. Those who are always there for me, yes, even when I claim that they are not, I was deeply mistaken. The inspiration I have taken from those four days I got to spend with my friends and family will hopefully help me get through these next twelve weeks. The following twelve weeks will be the most crucial of my life thus far.
I begin examinations in eight weeks time, with one swot week in between, and three exam-state weeks in which I write six very important papers. Yep, so basically one could say that those three weeks will be the most important.
Anyway, getting back to my one week vacation – it really helped me refocus on why I am here. I figured that if I can get past this year, or more accurately this term, I basically have this degree wrapped up with a silver bow on it. I just need to graft for the next few weeks. I have realised that in the end, once I’m done with all this bullshit, I will be able to do exactly as I wish. I could work a bit, get a car, pay my parents back for the astronomical amounts that they’ve dished out in sending my ass here, and yes, eventually get my parents and more accurately, my mom, that kitchen she has always wanted.
It’s going to take bottles and bottles of energy drink, packet after packet of chocolate and hundreds of tons of breakfast cereal, but in the end, it will amount to something – something great.
For now, my short-term goals include passing this semester – and thus, the year; getting a part-time during the December holidays, earn a little cash for the following year; going absolutely bonkers with my friends for those three months that I will be home for; try to cut down on the convulsive mood-swings that I have way too often to be considered normal.
This term, I will try to be less dramatic, more factual and exact with my posts and more understanding to what people feel when I mention them in my blog.
I will, however, not hesitate to include what I want in this journal, as it is semi-private nonetheless.
I do feel like adding something extra to this blog… so, with that said, this is my inaugural “Song of the Day”
“Photographs” by Jamie Cullum.
This song reminds me so much of my recorded memories with the people I love. The lyrics go something like this:
“When I look back on my ordinary, ordinary life,
I see so much magic, though I missed it at the time.
When I look back on my ordinary ordinary, ordinary life,
I see so much magic, though I missed it at the time.”
And with that, I shall end. Friends, family, see you in November. Thank you for everything. Everything.
Week Six of Six
Well, it’s finally here: the last week of term.
This term has really flown by. The amount of work being thrown at us I thought it never would, but here we are.
I’m actually reluctant to leave again, just as my friend says, we always meet just before we go on holiday. That was the highlight of my week. I really like talking and listening to her. It was good fun. Nothing quite like chatting over hot chocolate about your life and stuff.
Anyway, I haven’t posted in a long time – I’ve had a ton of work to complete, but I still feel crummy about not writing anything.
I hope the rest of today turns out for the good, like yesterday was.
Thank You For Noticing
I wonder where my Cape Town friends have been recently. You just don’t hear anything from them anymore, you know? I wonder. Have they left the country? Or have they forgot that I actually exist? Hmm… these questions must be asked I’m afraid.
On top of that, the only person you think who abstractly cares about you is you ex-girlfriend who seems to have burnt all her memories of me too. Sigh. This shit just keeps coming round to haunt me.
The more I try to get out of it, the harder it pulls me in.
And yes, I feel helpless sometimes. That’s why it would be great to have friends who are genuinely interested in your life. I swear, I am independent and I like my solidarity but shit, there are some times you just need to lean on someone, sometimes even let them carry you.
On top of that, doing shit that really makes you unhappy (like journalism, for example) everyday doesn’t make life feel any sunnier. Speaking of which, journalism readers, has nothing to do with writing. I hate researching. I hate interviewing. I hate having to attend these stupid, boring , pointless lectures every day. I hate it!
Don’t ask me why I chose journalism. Looks like I’ll be the latest failed student to have wasted copious amounts of my parents money on visioned greatness in which I had no information on whatsoever.
On top of that, there’s nothing quite like being reminded that you can’t travel the world because you are broke. Yes, being asked “how are you going to do that” a hundred times over does not make me feel better. I have no clue how I am going to do it. Just don’t spoil the dream for me please, it’s probably the only thing that encourages me to get out of bed in the mornings. Having my shortcoming over-emphasized is not how I picture spending my Sunday evening.
I have to finish a shit lot of work tonight. Best I get started.
Friday The 13th: Part Two
Crap, I hope that psychology test went well. I felt assured writing it, I mean with multiple choice you have a one in five chance of getting something right. I’ll have to wait and see the outcome.
Meanwhile, it seems to be national Barbie day in Grahamstown or something. I swear, I’ve never seen more skankily clad females in my life. Well, maybe a few other times but damn, I swear all these people are going all out tonight. Tomorrow it’s Welcoming Drinks too, a Smuts tradition and pretty much the reason why many Smuts boys die of alcohol poisoning. I’m not doing it though. I don’t intend to pay 70 ZAR just to get abused and humiliated. I can do that myself, and for way less too.
There are house parties, res parties, hall parties and all sorts of other parties to go to. I, however, plan to stay indoor and either a) fall asleep, b) begin my English and JMS essays, or c) play pool all night. I’ll probably end up doing the latter, but then again, I really need to stop procrastinating. Especially since the football season officially begins tomorrow. I am pretty stoked about that.
Well, I think I’m going to hit the showers now, seeing that everyone is starting to drink really early tonight, it’s about 8.30pm here. Last call here is something around 12, so it’s really early. But most of Rhodes is pretty much dysfunctional by 10pm.
I’m out!
PS: Have an awesome Friday the 13th, and may good luck be bestowed upon you on this allegedly unlucky day!
- reddevilandy10
Friday The 13th: Part One
Happy Friday the 13th!
English: completed. I actually enjoyed writing that paragraph. It was on a really good poem by Michael Ondaatje entitled The Cinnamon Peeler, so it was really interesting to try and sieve through the poem to find the meaning.
Today seems as though it’s not going to end in a hurry, and yes, it’s only 8.12am here, but still. I have a psychology test, and a psychology tutorial today. My English tutorial is in about an hour’s time but I’ve completed that work. The psychology I still need to do, but thank God it’s only at 5pm. After that test tonight, I will be jumping into bed, throwing the covers over my head, and drift off into a really deep sleep. I’m going to try and do just that now though. An hour’s sleep can make all the difference in these kind of days.
Last Minute Paragraphs
Well, it comes down to this: the English paragraph due at 9.35am. It’s 2.38am as I type this, the sun must be coming back around by now. My eyes are heavy, the lids can’t hold them back much longer. My back is bowed, my feet are throbbing, my head is filled with ice-cold thoughts piercing the otherwise sleepy state I’m in. I’m silently frantic.
I need to finish this crap but I am so damn tired. That’s the story of my life so far at Rhodes: balancing sleep with activity, work with pleasure, free time with work time, eating and, well, trying to exercise. Yeah, I feel like the blob I am becoming. Even though I weigh just under 60 kilograms. That is feather light in comparison to other males my age.
Okay, you may be wondering why I am typing this when I should be doing my English. Well, that is a very good question, but basically because typing does not involve reading about a cinnamon peeler’s sex life. Yes, don’t ask. Oh well, I guess I really should get this ball rolling. After all, it’s going to be one hell of a day tomorrow. And by hell I mean, a seriously torturous day.
After The Ling Test
Shattered. Pretty much what I am after that. I hate sitting in a test and watching the people around you frantically writing down answers while you just sit there, clueless. I’m failing this test, that’s for sure.
It pretty much summed up my week – horrid.
Nothing was good about this week. If anything, it’s making me realise how badly I want to get out of this place and back home. But it’s not as if anyone will be waiting for me to come home with open arms. Yes, my family misses me but I really don’t know what my friends think. I sometimes think that they forget all about me. And yes, that was aimed at my friends.
I have another test tomorrow, this time a multiple choice psychology test. Fun! I really hate those. I think I’m going to have a quick nap now, and begin my work later. Maybe after 12, when I feel like working.
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